In the year of a new century and nine months From the sky will come a great king of terror The sky will burn at forty-five degrees Fire approaches the great new city In the city of God there will be a great thunder Two brothers torn apart by chaos while the fortress endures The great leader will succumb The third big war will begin when the big city is burning (Nostradamus 1654) This desire in order to deny the pain The will for destruction no more in vain In the new century, peace season Not war even with a reason Mind is weak and force makes death This land is living on the edge Against myself war in my head to organize all this mess We hope the leader will succumb for stop using the shot gun The time, only when you want
